Rover. I shan't though. [To Harry.] How do you do, Abrawang?
Sir Geo. Abrawang!
Rover. You look like a good actor.—Ay, that's very well, indeed—never lose sight of your character—you know, Sir George is a noisy, turbulent, wicked old seaman.—Angry! bravo!—pout your under lip, purse your brows—very well! But, dem it, Abrawang, you should have put a little red upon your nose—mind a rule, ever play an angry old man, with a red nose.
Sir Geo. Nose!
[Walks about in a passion.
Rover. Very well! that's right! strut about on your little pegs.
Sir Geo. I'm in such a fury.
Rover. We know that. Your figure is the most happy comedy squab I ever saw; why only show yourself, and you set the audience in a roar.
Sir Geo. 'Sblood and fire!
Rover. "Keep it up, I like fun."